If the road to Hell is paved with good intentions, the road to the poorhouse may be paved with good deeds.
I am telling myself: This is what the money is for. We will get to see family. We will get to say a proper farewell to my uncle, who died very suddenly. We will set a good example for Babygirl, maybe, that this is the kind of thing we splurge on.
The “who pays when adult children travel with parents” question is probably the sort of thing that will shift back and forth over the course of both the children and parents’ lives, depending on the family.
Technically they can afford to pay full price for themselves, the child, and the other adult. $84 won’t make or break them.
I had never felt as much like I really had money as I did when I began sharing it with my family.
It is Relationships Month here at The Billfold, and—with just one week left—I decided I would share a bit about the costs of my own relationships.
I’ve always wondered how much those things set you back. $50 a tree? $100? What is Christmas magic worth?
At 80, since she has run through her own cash, the mom thinks it’s fair to spend her daughter’s. Meanwhile the daughter keeps cycling through the five stages of grief: denial, resentment, anger, guilt, giving in.